"The Long Distance Four" as written by and Doug Macgregor Dallas Wehrle....
Let the Parisian crowd stand and shout
Let the audience in the riot drown the players out
That scene is long since vacant
All the great halls have been washed out

This is no broken promise, no national lampoon
My generation is a ghost town

Roll me over, to the long distance four
There's no order to these numbers
For those stuck between the wars
it's boredom beyond measure
Roll me over

Collect the body of Isadora Duncan
Forget your rock culture stuck in tow
Let my limbs hang crucified from Naja Schonberg's bow

To the long distance four
There's no order to these numbers
For those stuck between the wars
it's boredom beyond measure
Roll me over
Roll me over
Roll me over


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"The Long Distance Four" as written by Dallas Wehrle Bryan Webb

Lyrics © ARTS & CRAFTS MUSIC INC DBA GALLERYAC MUSIC

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